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-𝐜𝐡𝐚p𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱- ༄ 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥
Y/N SAT PATIENTALLY
In the library, waiting for Tom to show, who was at this moment, 18 minutes late. y/n tapped her foot in anticipation, and slight aggravation as she glanced at her potions textbook, and birth chart book. She sighed, turning to see the same boy from the pub. Black curls, freckles, and a purple jumper. Must be a ravenclaw.
"Hello...." Tom muttered, as he sat across from her.
"Hi." she muttered, gaze still locked on the angelic boy that thumbed through a book that was on the shelves in front of him.
"Let's begin." he stated vaguely. y/n turned to Tom, who flipped through his potions book, his forehead crinkled slightly in concentration. y/n set her cheek to her palm in boredom, occasionally glancing back over at the boy by the book shelf.
"y/n?" Tom asks, noticing her gaze that rested on the Ravenclaw boy. y/n turns to face him.
"Hm? Oh sorry..." she whispered in embarrassment.
"If you're not going to pay attention and continue to waste my time-"
"I said I was sorry, I was just distracted," she said, opening her book to the page he was on. Tom rolled his eyes.
"Fine, let's begin." Tom stated. y/n nodded, trying to focus back on the frustrated boy in front of her. Tom fiddled with the edge of the page as he read, his forehead crinkled and leg shaking. y/n smiled at these quirks she noticed, directing her line of vision to the page in her book that he read.
"You're wearing that?" Tom asks y/n, his back pressed against the stone wall in the slytherin common room. y/n glances at the dress, a silky red dress.
"Yes?" she says, slightly confused. She glanced at his outfit, an all black suit.
"What about your outfit huh? It looks like you're going to a funeral." y/n shoots back as she walks to the common room door. Tom scoffs.
"I happen to like my outfit, de lune." tom replies. y/n rolls her eyes, opening the door, beginning to walk down the hallway.
"I think it was a mistake agreeing to go with you." tom muttered. y/n turns her head.
"Why is that?" she asks, a slight pang tapped her heart gently.
"You bring unnecessary attention to yourself in every aspect of your existence.'' Tom replies, eyes fixed on slughorn's classroom door, that is at the end of the hall. y/n scoffs at his claim.
